(Jack's P.O.V.)


My promise to keep smiling broke the next day. I feel even more miserable then before, but who can blame me? It's been five days now since Mark got put in the hospital and no news except that there's been no change. I'm starting to get super duper worried. Five days is a long, long time. Currently I'm in math class, also known as a waste of time that I only bother coming to cause I got in a lot of trouble yesterday and I don't want to upset my parents to much. 

It's so hard being here though, cause while looking out the window I can normally see Mark out of the corner of my eye... But he's not there. And I know, "Jack! Don't look out the window!" Well it isn't that easy, okay? It's a habit and habits don't break easily. The past few days if I go to class I don't participate, I just kind of tune in and out. If the teacher calls my name I just ignore them and no student dares to even try to get my attention since the story of how badly I beat up Peter went around. 

People keep saying that it's my fault Mark's in the hospital, that I'm the one that beat him up and then I beat up Peter, and I don't bother arguing cause I know they won't listen. Faintly I can hear my name being called but I do what I always do and I ignore it. I don't even know why Mrs. Walter still calls on me. She knows I'm not gonna answer. However I'm forced to turn around when I feel a finger poke my arm. I turn and scowl at the student. 

"What?" I hiss. He points to the front of the classroom, so I turn to face the front of the classroom looking less then amused. I just stare with a blank/somewhat annoyed expression. However I can't help but feel a little confused when I see whose been calling my name. It isn't Mrs. Walter, but the principals assistant Ms. Lori. 

"Mr. McLoughlin?" She repeats. I nod, silently telling her to continue. "Someone's on the phone for you. They said it's urgent." She says and my eyes go wide. With no hesitation at all I stand up, grab my bag and I speed walk out of the classroom, causing Ms. Lori to run to catch up with me. Oh my god. It's Tom. It has to be Tom. Or Ann. Please, please, please everything be okay... 

"Did you talk to them?" I ask. Ms. Lori nods. "What did they sound like?" I ask another question. She sighs. 

"Hard to say but it sounded like they were crying." She says and continues walking. But I freeze, dropping my bag. They were crying? What... What if this is it? What if this is the call I have dreaded? The call I hoped would never come. What if this is it and I go in that room, pick up the phone, and find out that the person I love is dead. I mean... If they're crying what else could it be? The only reason would be if Mark's dead... But I don't want him to be dead. Please say he's not dead. I can't... I couldn't live with myself if I knew he was dead... Because I need him... So please... 

"Mr. McLoughlin?" Ms. Lori snaps me out of my daze. I don't do anything but pick up my bag and run. I ignore her calls, I just run to the office, praying and hoping that my worst nightmare isn't coming true. I almost run into a wall I'm going so fast but in about ten seconds I'm in the office, throwing my bag on the nearest chair and stopping behind the desk. And then I pick up the phone, panting because A. I just ran a lot and B. I'm scared. 

"Jack?" I hear Tom's voice and I can tell he's been crying. 

"Tom! Yeah, it's me. Please tell me he's okay. Please, please, please tell me he's okay..." I say, tears threatening to spill. Tom chuckles. 

"Jack that's what I wanted to call about." He says. I wait patiently and he lets out another chuckle. "He's okay. Mark's awake and okay." He says. I sigh of relief, letting the tears fall. Oh my god... He's okay. I'm okay, he's okay... We're okay. Oh my god, thank the lord. Oh my... "Ann and I have seen him already and I feel so bad asking this but... You think you can come to the hospital?" He asks. I stop and just stare at the wall with a confused expression. 

"What?" I ask. Tom chuckles. 

"I know it's school but ever since Mark woke up he's been asking for you. I swear to god he's gonna disconnect himself from those machines and come get you if you aren't here soon so..." He says. I chuckle. I can totally see Mark doing something like that... But for me? Why? You know what? It doesn't matter. All that matter is that he's okay. I nod. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there in about ten minutes." I say, chuckling. Silence for a second. 

"Thank you." He says. I smile. 

"Thank you." I say and with that I hang up. Ms. Lori stands in the hallway and she looks at me expectantly. I grab my bag and walk into the hallway, smiling a bit. "Tell Mrs. Walter she won't be seeing me for the rest of the day, okay?" I say. She nods, smiling. Then I walk down the hall and I'm on my way to the hospital. I'm so glad he's okay...

A/N:  Sorry for the late update guys. I have bad memory sometimes + homework's a bitch XD